Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.